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The Million Di By HAROLD Illustrated from Scenes it Same Aame by the That 1014 hv CHAPTER I. A Call in the Night. There are few things darker than a country road at night, particularly if one does not know the lay of the land. It is not difficult to traverse a known path; no matter how dark it it, one is able to find the way by the aid of a mental photograph taken in the daytime. But supposing you have never been over the road in the day time, that you know nothing whatever of its topography, where it dips or rises, where it narrows or forks. You find yourself in the same unhappy state of mind as a blind man suddenly thrust into a strange house. OnA hiark niirht. along a certain country road in the heart of New Jer sey, in the days when the only good roads were city thoroughfares and country highways were routes to lim bo, a carriage went forward cautious ly. From time to time it careened like a blunt-nose barge in a beam sea. The wheels and springs voiced their anguish continually; for it was a good carriage, unaccustomed to such ruts and hummocks. "Faster, faster!" came a muffled voice from the interior. "Sir. I dare not drive any faster," repli^ the coachman. "I can't see the hors<^ heads, sir, let alone the road. I've blown cut the lamps, but I can't see the road any better for that." "Let the horses have their heads; they'll find the way. It can't be much farther. You'll see lights." The coachman swore in his teeth. All right. This man who was In such a hurry would probably send them all into the ditch. Save for the few stars above, he might have been driving Beelzebub's coach in the bottomless pit. Black velvet, everywhere black velvet. A wind was blowing, and yet the blackness was so thick that it gave to the coachman the sensation of inild suffocation. Bv and bv. throueh the trees, he saw a flicker of light. It might or might not be the destination. He cracked his whip recklessly and the "Why, You Cherub!" Cried the Old , Maid. mrringp 1nrr>hpri on two whpels. The I man in the carriage balanced himself carefully, so that the bundle in his arras should not be unduly disturbed. His arms ached. He stuck his head out of the "window. "That's the place," he said. "And when you drive up make as little noise as you can." "Yes, sir," called down the driver. When the carriage drew up at its journey's end the man inside jumped out and hastened toward the gates. He scrutinized the sign on one of the posts. This was the place: MISS FARLOWS PRIVATE SCHOOL. The bundle in bis arms stirred and he hurried up the path to the door of the house. He seized the ancient knocker and struck several times. He then placed the bundle on the steps and ran back to the waiting carriage, Is to which he stepped. "Off with you!" "That's a good word, sir. Maybe wo can make your train." "Do you think you could find this plr?ce again?" *You couldn't get me on this pike j agiiin. sir, lur <x inuusauu, I.ui inc. i The door slammed and the unknown j san'i back against the cushions, lie took out his handkerchief and wiped the damp perspiration from his fore head. The big burden was off his mind. Whatever happened in the fu ture, they would never be able to get hin through his heart. So much foi th?> folly of his youth. :'t was a quarter aft^r ten. Miss j Susan Farlow had just returned to the . reception room from her nightly tour i GREAT BANKS OF THE WORLD Only Sixty-One Institutions Have De posits Exceeding One Hundred Million Dollars. For years the mere name of the j Bank of England has been a tynonym ; for financial strength and greatness, j In a list of the great banks of the j world the Bank of England is sixth. There are three banks in England i with a greater line of deposits. The j greater banks are London City and j MAC GRATH i the Photo Drama of the ihouser Film Company Harold MacGratb) of the upper halls to see If all her charges were in bed, where the rules of the school confined them after 9:30. It was at this moment that she heard the thunderous knocking at the door. The old maid felt her heart stop beating for a moment. Who could it be, at this time of night? Then the thought came swiftly that perhaps the parent of some one of her charges was ill and this was the summons. Still ing her fears, she went resolutely to the door and opened it. "Who is it?" she called. No one answered. She cupped her hand to her ear. She could hear the clatter of horses dimly. "Well!" she exclaimed; rather an grily, too. She was in the act of closing the door when the light from the hall dis covered to her the bundle on the ct^ns Rho Ktnnnpri and touched it. "Good heavens, it's a child!" She picked the bundle up. A whim per came from it, a tired little whim per of protest. She ran back to the reception room. A foundling! And on her doorstep! It was incredible. What in the world should she do? It would create a scandal and hurt the prestige of the school. Some one tyad mistaken her select private school for a farmhouse. It was frightful. Then she unwrapped the child. It was about a year old, dimpled and golden haired. A thumb was in its ; rosebud mouth and its blue eyes j looked up trustruny into ner own. "Why, you cherub!" cried the old maid, a strange turmoil in her heart. She caught the child to her breast, and then for the first time noticed the thick envelope pinned to the child's cloak. She put the baby into a chair and broke open the envelope. "Name this child Florence Gray. I will send annually a liberal sum for her support and reclaim her on her eighteenth birthday. The other half of the inclosed bracelet will identify me. Treat the girl well, for I shall watch over her in secret." Into the fixed routine of her hum drum life had come a mystery, a tan talizing. fascinating mystery. She had read of foundlings left on doorsteps ?from paper covered novels confis cated from her pupils?but that one should be placed upon her own re /iAArpfonl QnHHonlv Qhp UUU10bW}/< Muuuvut^ WW smiled down at the child and the child smiled back. And there was nothing more to be done except to bow before the decrees of fate. Like all prim old maids, her heart was full of unrequited romance, and here was something she might spend its floods upon without let or hindrance. Al ready she was hoping that the man or woman who had left it might never come back. The child grew. Regularly each year, upon a certain date, Miss Farlow received a registered letter with money. These letters came from all parts of the world; always the same sum, always the same line?"I am watching." Thus seventeen years passed; and to Susan Farlow each year seemed shorter than the one before. For she loved the child with all her heart. She had not trained young girls all these i years w ithout becoming adept in the j art of reading the true signs of breed ing. There was no ordinary blood in Florence; the fact was emphasized by her exquisite face, her small hands and feet, her spirit and gentleness. And now, at any day, some one with a broken bracelet might come for her. As the days went on the heart of Su san Farlow grew heavy. "Never mind, aunty," said Florence; "I shall always come back to see you." She meant it, poor child; but how was she to know the terrors which lay beyond the horizon? ? **** The house of Stanley Hargreave, in Riverdale, was the house of no or dinary rich man. Outside it was sim ple enough, but within you learned what kind of a man Hargreave was. There were rare Ispahans and Saruks on the floors and tapestries on the walls, and here and there a fine paint ing. The library itself represented a fortune. Money had been laid out lavishly but never wastefully. It was the home of a scholar, a dreamer, a wide traveler. In the library stood the master of the house, idly fingering some paper3 which lay on the study table. He shrugged at some unplf-asant thought, settled his overcoat about his shoul ders, took up his hat, and walked from ihe room, frowning slightly. The but ler, who also acted in the capacity of valet, always within call when his master was about, stepped swiftly to the hall door and opened it. "I may be out late, Jones," said Hargreave. "Yes, sir." Hargreave stared into Ns face keen ly, as if trying to pierce the grave iace to learn wnat was going uu ^ hind it. "How long have you been with me?" "Fourteen years, sir." "Some day I shall need you." "My life has always been at your Midland, Lloyd's bank and London County and Westminster. London City and Lloyd's each has deposits above $"i00.000,000. The London County has deposits of $440,000,000. The great Hank of England has a little more than $350,000,000. The leading bank of the world, from the standpoint of deposits, is the Im perial Hank of Russia, with deposits and current accounts aggregating ?.C,30,000,000, a sum big enough to stag ger the mind. The National Bank of Argentine and disposal, sir, since that night you res cued me." "Well, I haven't the least doubt that when I ask you will give." "Without question, sir. It was al ways so understood." Hargreave's glance sought the mir ror, then the smileless face of his man. He laughed, but the sound con veyed no sense of mirth; then he turned and went down the steps slow ly, like a man burdened with some thought which was not altogether to his liking. He had sent an order for his car, but had immediately counter manded it. He would walk till he grew tired, hail a taxicab, and take a j j n j rrKrt run up ana aown jDruauwajf. xuc wonderful illumination might prove di verting. For 18 years nearly; and now it was as natural for him to throw a glance over his shoulder whenever he left the house as it was for him to breathe. The average man would have grown careless during all these years; but Hargreave was not an average man; he was, rather, an extraordinary individual. It was his life in exchange for eternal vigilance, and he knew and accepted the fact. Half an hour later he got into a taxicab and directed the man to drive downtown as far as Twenty-third street and back to Columbus circle. The bewildering display of lights, how ever, in nowise served to lift the sense of oppression that had weighed upon him all day. South of Forty-second street he dismissed the taxicab and stared undecidedly at the brilliant sign of a famous restaurant. He was neither hunzrv nor thirsty: but there would be strange faces to study and music. It was an odd whim. He had not en tered a Broadway restaurant in all these years. He was unknown. He The Introductions Were Made. belonged to no clubs. Two months was the longest time he bad ever re mained in New York since the dis posal of his oid home in Madison avenue and his resignation from his clubs. This once, then, he would break the law he had written down for himself. Boldly he entered the res taurant. Some time before Hargreave sur rendered to the restless spirit of re bellion, bitterly to repent for it later, mere came lino tms resiauram, a mau and a woman. They were both evi dently well known, for the head waiter was obsequious and hurried them over to the best table he had left and took the order himself. The man possessed a keen, Intelli gent face. You might have marked him for a successful lawyer, for there was an earnestness about his expres sion which precluded a life of idle ness. His age might have been any where between 40 and 50. The shoul ders were broad and the hands which lay clasped upon the table were slim but muscular. Indeed, everything about him suggested hidden strength and vitality. His companion was small, handsome, and animated. Her frequent gestures and mutable eve bro betrayed her foreign birth. Her age ..as a matter of importance to no one but herself. They were at coffee when she said: "There's a young man coming toward us. He is looking at you." The man turned. Instantly his face lighted up with a friendly smile of recognition. "Who is it?" she asked. "A chap worth knowing; a reporter just a litle out of the ordinary. I m going to introduce him. You never can tell. We might need him some day. Ah, Norton* how are you?" "Good evening, Mr. Braine." The reporter, catching sight of a pair of tlazzling eyes, hesitated. "The Princess Perigoff, Norton. You're in no hurry, are you?" "Not now," smiled the reporter. "Ah!" said the princess, interested. It was the old compliment, said in an unusual way. It pleased her. The reporter sank into a chair. When inactive he was rather a dreamy-eyed sort of chap. He pos sessed that rare accomplishment of talking upon one subject and think ing upon another at the same time. So while he talked gayly with the young woman on varied themes, his thoughts were busy speculating upon her companion. He was quite cer tain that the name Braine was as sumed, but he was also equally cer tain that the man carried an ex traordinary brain under his thatch of salt and pepper hair. The man had written three or four brilliant mono graphs on poisons and the uses of radium, and it was through and by these that the reporter had managed to pick up his acquaintance. He lived well, but inconspicuously. Suddenly the pupils of liraine's eyes narrowed; the eye bocame cold. Over the smoke of his cigarette he was looking into the wall mirror. A man had passed behind him and sat down at the next table. Still gazing into the mirror. Braine saw Norton the National City Rank of New York are 16 and 17 in rank, with deposits close to $230,000,000 each. The Bank of Spain is greater than the Bank of France, much greater in deposits. But Spain cuts no figure in the finances of the world. That Is hard to explain. In this world list there are only 61 banks mentioned with de posits in excess of $100,000,000. In this list the United States has eight banks, a good showing, as none of them depends on the deposits of the United States to help it out. wave his hand; saw also the open! wonder on the reporter's pleasant | face. "Who is your friend, Norton?" Braine asked indifferently, his head still unturned. "Stanley Hargreave. Met him in; Hongkong when I was sent over to handle a part of the revolution. War correspondence stuff. First time I ever ran across him on Broadway at night. We've since had some pow wows over some rare books. Queer j old cock; brave as a lion, but as quiet as a mouse." "Bookish, eh? My kind. Bring him over." Underneath the table Braine maneuvered to touch the foot of the princess. "I don't know," said the reporter dubiously. "He might say no, and that would embarrass the whole lot of us. He's a bit of a hermit. I'm sur prised to see him here." "Try," urged the princess. "I like to meet men who are hermits." "I haven't the least doubt about that." the reporter laughed. "I'll try; but don't blame me if I'm rebuffed." He left the table with evident re luctance and approached Hargreave. The two shook hands cordially, for the elder man was rather fond of this medley of information known as Jim Norton. "Sit down, boy; sit down. You're just the kind of a man I've been want ing to talk to tonight." "Wouldn't you rather talk to a pret ty woman?" "I'm an oia man. "Bah! That's a hypocritical bluff, and you know It. My friends at th? next table have asked me to bring you over." "I do not usually care to meet strangers." 1 "Make an exception this once," said 1 the reporter, who had seen Braine's eyes change and was curious to know 1 why the appearance of Hargreave in : the mirror had brought about that metally gleam. Here were two unique men; he desired to see them 1 face to face. j "This once. My fault; I ought not to be here; I feel out of place. What 1 a life, though, you reporters lead! To ' meet kings and presidents and great ' financiers, socialists tftid anarch- 1 ists, the whole scale of life, and to ' slap these people on the back as if 1 they were everyday friends!" 1 "Now you're making fun of me. For j one king there are always twenty thick brogans ready to kick me down the steps; don't forget that." ( Hargreave laughed. "Come, then; , let us get it over with." The introductions were made. Nor ton felt rather chagriped. So far as ^ he could see, tne two men were iutai i strangers. Well, it was all in the ' game. Nine out of ten opportunities for the big story were fake alarms; but he was always willing to risk the J labor these nine entailed for the sake of the tenth. 1 At length Braine glanced at his 1 watch, and the princess nodded. Adieux were said. Inside the taxicab 1 Braine leaned back with a deep, aud ible sigh. "What it is?" she asked. ' "The luck of the devil's own," he : said. "Child of the Steppes, for years ( I've flown about seas and continents, through valleys and over mountains? for what? For tne signc 01 me wcb of that man we have just left. At first glance I wasn't sure; but the sound of his voice was enough. Olga, the next time you see that reporter, throw your arras around his neck and kiss him. What did I tell you? With out Norton's help I would not have been sure. I'm going to leave you at your apartment." "The man of the Black Hundred?" she whispered. "The man who deserted and defied the Black Hundred, who broke his vows, and never paid a kopeck for the privilege; the man who had been appointed for the supreme work and ! who ran away. In those days we need- j ed men of his stamp, and to accom plish this end. . . "There was a woman," she inter rupted, with a touch of bitterness. "Always the woman. And she was as rlever and handsome as you are." "Thanks. Sometimes . . "Ah, yes!" ironically. "Sometimes you wish you could settle down, marry and have a family! Your domesticity would last about a month." She made no retort because she rec ognized the truth of this statement. "There's an emerald I know of," he said ruminatively. "It's quite pos sible that you may be wearing it with- ? in a few days." "I am mad over them. There Is something in the green stone that fas- * cinates me. I can't resist it." t "That's because, somewhere In the i far past, your ancestors were orlen- t tals. Here we are. I'll see you to- a morrow. I must huri'y. Good-night." ^ She stood on the curb for a moment r and watched the taxicab as it whirled a around a corner. The man held her t with a fascination more terrible than T unv lewel. She knew him to be a 6 great and daring rogue, cunning, pa- s tient, fearless. Packed away in that v mind of his there were a thousand ac- v complished deeds which had roused v futilely the police of two continents, h Braine! She could have laughed. The li very name he had chosen was an in- o solence directed at society. The subject of her thoughts soon T arrived at his destination. A flight of o stairs carried him into a dimly lighted f hall, smelling evilly of escaping gas. j t He donned a black mask and struck i v the door with a series of light blows; | p two, then one, then three, and again i one. The door opened and he slipped I v inside. Round a table sat several men, j d also masked. They were all tried and , 11 trusted rogues; but not one of them 1 c Bull Hurled Upon Car. ? t Patrick Egan's two-year-old Holstein J c bull unconsciously caused a panic on \ the Erie deposit express, when another Erie train hit the animal while it was r crossing the track at Howell's station t Just below here and threw the carcase c upon the platform of one of the pas- t songer coaches. Women, mostly sum-1 iner boarders, fainted and shrieked for i help. It took telegraphic orders from sev- i c eral superintendents and an hour's I \ consultation before a scheme was hi? j t knew what Braine looked like. He alone remained unknown save to the man designated as the chief, who was only Braine's lieutenant. The mask was the insignia of the Black Hun dred, an organization with all the ram ifications of the Camorra without their abiding stupidity. From the assassina tion of a king, down to the robbery of a country post office, nothing was too great or too small for their nets. Their god dwells in the hearts of all men and is called greed. The ordinary business over, the chief dismissed the men, and he and Braine alone remained. "Vroon, I have found him," said Braine. "There are but few: which one?" "Eighteen years ago, in St. Peters Durg." "I remember. The millionaire's eon. Did he recognize you?" "I don't know. Probably he did. But he always had good nerves. He is being followed at this moment. We shall strike quick; for if he recognized me he will act quick. He is cool and brave. You remember how he braved us that night in Russia. Jumped boldly through the window at the risk of breaking his neck. He landed safely; that is the only reason he eluded us. Millions?and they slipped through our fingers. If I could only find some route to his heart! The lure we held out to him is dead." "Or in the fortress, which is the same thing. What are your plans?" "I have in mind something like this." And Hargreave was working out his plans, too; and he was just as much of a general as Braine. He sat at his library table, the maxillary muscles in his jaws working. So they had found him? Well, he had broken the law Df his own making and he mu?t suffer the consequences. Braine, who was Menshikoff in Russia, Schwartz in Germany, Mendoza in Spain, Cartucci in Italv. and Du Bnia in FYan^P* en the rogue had found him out? Poor fool that he had been! High spirited, full of those youthful dreams of doing good in the world, he had joined what he had believed a great secret so cialistic movement, to learn that he had been trapped by a band of bril liant thieves. Kidnapers and assassi nators for hire; the Black Hundred; fiends from Tophet! For nearly eighteen years he had eluded them, for he knew that directly or indirect ly they would never cease to hunt for iiim; and an idle whim had toppled liim into their clutches. He wrote several letters feverishly, rhe last was addressed to Miss Susan Farlow and read: "Dear Madam: Send Florence Gray to New York, to arrive tiere Friday morning. My half of the bracelet will be identification. In closed find cash to square accounts." He would get together all his available Junds, recover his child, and fly to the ends of the world. He would tire Aem out. They would find that the peaceful' dog was a bad animal to rouse. He rang for the faithful Jones. "Jones, they have found me," he said simply. "Ynn -a-'ll npprt ttia. then?" "Quite possible. Please mail these ind then we'll talk it over. No doubt some one is watching outside. Be :areful." "Very good, sir." Hargreave bowed his head in his loincd What He Believed to Be a vji caw ^vwianoviw mvvwdiciui lands. Many times he had journeyed o the school and hvng about the ;ates, straining his eyes toward the nerry groups of young girls. Which imong them was his, heart of his leart, blood of his blood? That she night never be drawn into this bominable tangle, he had resolutely orn her out of his life completely, 'he happiness of watching the child ;row into girlhood he had denied him elf. She at least would be safe. Only t'hen she was safe in a far country rould he dare tell her. He tried in ain to conjure up a picture of her; e always saw the mother whom he ad loved and hated with all the ardor f his youth. Many things happened the next day. 'here was a visit to the hangar of ne William Orts, the aviator, famous or his daredevil exploits. There were wo visitors, in fact, and the second isitor was knocked down for his j iains. He had tried to bribe Orts. There were several excited bankers, | . ho protested against such large with-1 rawals without the usual formal an ouncement. Hut a check was a ; heck, and they had to pay. lpon to release both trains, which :ame to a dead etop when the bull f van struck. The carcass was deposited on tho | oadslde and, after the fainting women j -?* ?~ j i? au * ! i cxu ueeu re&iureu, uuiu uuiua piu- = eeded.?Port Jervis (N. Y.) dispatch , o New York Tribuxwt. Canada's Exports of Pulp Wood. Canada cuts about 2,000,000 corda j )f pulp wood annually, about ba/f of i vhich is exported for manufacture in j he United Statet. ! j Hargreave covered a good deai of j I ground, but during all this time his I right hand never left the automatic in his overcoat pocket, except at those moments when he was obliged to?sign his checks. He would shoot and make inquiries afterward. Far away a young girl and her companion got on the train which was to carry her to New York, the great dream city she was always longing to see. And the spider wove his web. Hargreave reached home at night. He put the money in the safe and was telephoning when Jones entered and handed his master an unstamped note. "Where did you get this?" "At the door, sir. I judge that the house is surrounded." ! UnnnvnflltA Tno/I TIAla T f of briefly that all his movements during the day had been noted. It was known that he had collected a million in pa per money. If he surrendered this h? would be allowed twenty-four hours before the real chase began. Other wise he should die before midnight Hargreave crushed the note in his Visited the Hangar of an Aviator. hand. They might kill him; there was a chance of their accomplishing that; but never should they touch his daughter's fortune. "Jones, you go to the rear door and I'll take a look out of the front. We have an hour. I know the breed. They'll wait tHl midnight and then force their way in." Hargreave saw a dozen shadows in the front yard. "Men all about the back yard," whispered Jones down the hall. The master eyed the man. "Very well, sir," replied the latter, with understanding. "I am ready." The master went to the safe, emptied It of its contents, crossed me nau iu the bedroom, and closed the door softly behind him, Jones having entered the same room through another door to be fool any possible watcher. After a long while, perhaps an hour, the two men emerged from the room from the same doors they had entered. So whis pered the watcher to his friends be low. "Hargreave is going upstairs." "Let him go. Let him take a look at us from the upper windows. He will understand that nothing but wings will save him." Silence. By and by a watcher re ported that he heard the scuttle of the roof rattle. "Look!" another cried, startled. A bluish glare came from the roof. , "He's shooting off a Roman candle!" , They never saw the man-made bird till it alighted upon the roof. They never thought of shooting at it till it had taken wing! Then they rushed the doors of the house. They made short work of Jones, whom they tied up like a Christmas fowl and plumped roughly into a chair. They broke open the safe, to find it empty. And while the rogues were rummaging about the room, venting their spite upon many a treasure they could neither appreciate nor understand, a man from the out side burst in. "The old man is dead and the money is at the bottom of the ocean! We punctured her. She's gone!" A thin, inscrutable smile stirred the lips of the man bound in the chair. CHAPTER II. The Master's Man. XJr ,1UU" V CU - I berly. The one reason why Braine made this man his lieutenant was be cause Vroon always followed the let ter of his instructions to the final pe riod; he never sidestepped or added J any frills or innovations of his own, c and because of this very automatism 1 he rarely blundered into a trap. If \ he failed it was for the simple fact ' that the master mind had overlooked \ some essential detail. The organiza- ? tion of the Black Hundred was almost ^ totally unknown to either the public j; or the police. It is only when you fail , that you are found out. "The patrolman has been trussed up like you," began Vroon. "If they find him they will probably find you. But before that you will grow thirsty and i hungry. Where did your master put ? that money?" "He carried it with him." c "Why didn't you call for help?" ^ "The houses on either side are too far away. I might yell till doomsday without being heard. They will have heard the pistol shots; but Mr. Har greaves was alwajs practicing in the backyard." * j , Coffee Was Once Objected To, The practice of coffee drinking en- c countered for a long time tbe opposi tion of sovereigns and strait-laced so- e ciety, partly on political, partly on re- y ligious grounds, but in spite of thaf t it made its way slowly across the old j, world from Arabia, through Aiia s Minor, northern Africa and Turkey. a The first coffee grown in Europe was 3 ti?? result of experiments by French p and L>u-tch botanists. The Dutch in- t] troduced it into Java while the French s brought it Into West Indies. f WORK FOB FARMERS SENATOR E. D. SMITH SAYS AGRI CULTURISTS HAVE SCORED VICTORY. TASK HARDER THAN BEFORE Say# That He Has Talked and Planned and Dreamed For S. C. Farmers Factionalism is Dead. Bishopville.?In an interview with Senator Smith at this place where ho addressed about 500 farmers in the court house and urged them to or ganize and get ready to hold their cotton or rather a portion of it, he said as regarding the recent election, in which it appears that he is return ed to the United States senate by a handsome majority, he would wait until the official count and announce ment to make a full statement but that he did wish at this time to thank the people of the state in general who supported him for re-election and espe cially the farmers of the state for their support. He said that he has talked and plan ned and dreamed for the farmers of South Carolina and has endeavored to in every way to IcQk after and pro tect them and that he is deeply grate ful to them for the confidence dis played by their returning him to rep resent them in the senate. As to his opponent's charge that he had done nothing but talk cotton and work for cotton for the five and one-half years he has been in the senate, and as he had pleaded guilty to the charge, so he would serve notice now that he was going back to do just as he had al ways done, and that having more ex perience than during his first term he expected to be able to accomplish more for the farmers and thus for the whole people of the state and the south. Cotton being the basis of their wealth, he said, that which raises the price of cotton and raises the standard of living of the southern people as a whole is a benefit not only to the farmers of South Carolina and of the south but that it benefited the whole nation in that the money coming from Europe to pay for cotton keeps the balance of trade in our favor. This is not Smith's victory but the farmer's victory and he believes this will demonstrate to the people gen erally and to politicians in particular, that factionalism does not stand a ghost of a show any longer, especially the factionalism that depends upon the support of farmers to keep going, ?r>r hv tViiu pi?vtinn the farmers, all of them, rich and poor, high and low, served notice to all selfish and schem ing politicians that they were no long er a bunch of "rubes" to be caught by the nose and led to any trough that suited the politician and made to drink whether he wanted to or not. Senator Smith said he believes that factionalism is dead forever in South Carolina. Twenty-Two Gets Places in Citidel. Columbia.?List of scholarship win ners to the Citadel for 1914 has been filed by Col. 0. J. Bond, superintend ent, with J. E. Swearingen, state su perintendent of education. Seventy seven applicants competed for the 22 appointments. Following is a list of the successful competitors: Abbeville, Willis E. Murray; Ander son, Charles E. Daniel; Barnwell, Jerry A. Price; Beaufort, William N. L?evin; Berkeley, Arthur H. DeHay, Jr.; Charleston, Francis A. Gaffney and Arthur H. Small; Chester, Toby Johnson; Darlington, Horace W. Car ter; Dorchester, L. C. Waring, Jr.; Sreenville, Harry L. Cunningham and VV. Lake McKit'trick; Hampton, Wil liam P. Bowers; Horry, Thurmond C. Sparks; Jasper, to be announced later; Laurens, J. Leland Bolt; Newberry, :o be announced later; Saluda, G. N. Poy; Spartanburg, Benny Stroup; Wil liamsburg, John E. Cook; York, H. F. A.ddicks and John E. White. Burned to Death. Rock Hill.?Recently while at hia ?rist mill, J. H. Mathews of Ebenezer, iorth of this city, was electrocuted. VIr. Mathews, it seems, was alone in lis mill grinding, and it is supposed it about 12 o'clock went to the swkch ;o cut off the power. .... To Build Fertilizer Plant. Charleston.?A big plant for manu 'acturing fertilizer will be built at Charleston by the American Agricul* ural Chemical company of New York, ind construction will be in charge of hat company's engineering depart nent, offices at 92 State street, Boston. The various buildings will have an hg rregate of six acres of roofing, exclu ;ive of acid chambers, the felt and ;ravel roofing contract (1,250,000 iquare feet of tarred felt included) >eing reported as awarded to C. P. Jurphy's Sons of Atlanta. Red Cross Euys Cotton. Columbia.?Southern Aseptic labor tories of Columbia received by tele raph an order from the American Red 'ross society in Washington for their ntire output of absorbent cotton until September 2. The material is needed or use in the manufacture of sur real dressings for soldiers wounded n the European war. Immediately on eceipt of the telegram work on all ther orders in hand was suspended nd all the resources of the plant were evoted to the filling of the Red Cross ?quisition. New School House Burned. Columbia.?Early one morning re ently the new $3,000 school house at binders near Balletione was destroy d bv fire.. There wa? no insurance. \'est Bickley, a farmer, living near he school, was arre?-ted charged with aving set the school on fire. The chool was just recently completed nd the furniture had been in it about 0 hours. John C. McCain, sheriff of tichland county, and J. C. Robbins, fie penitentiary guard, went to the cene with bloodhounds and the doj? allowed a trail to Blckley's place.